“Shall I call him now and wake him up?” I glance at her full lips, at the way she wets the bottom one with her tongue. A groan tries to loft from my throat, but I swallow it down.

“I wasn’t out with a boy, okay?” she snaps. “I don’t have a boyfriend, so you can lay off.”

I swallow hard. Is she lying? I peer down into her eyes, looking for subterfuge. I don’t find any. If anything, I find … arousal. Her eyes are heavy-lidded, and the way her body is warm and pliant beneath mine–she’s so goddamn fuckable.

“Happy now?” She surges up, making a pitiful attempt to buck me.

All it does is give my cock the friction it craves. It gives her some, too, because the slightest whimper escapes her, and she glances at my lips. I could kiss her. I could finally taste what I’ve been obsessing over from the moment she returned from school.

My heart kicks even harder, and my cock demands I make good on my thought. I want her so much, but I can’t have her.

Eighteen, I remind myself. She’s only fucking eighteen. And she’s Antonio’s sister.

“There you go.” She sighs.

“What?” I ease my grip on her wrists.

“I can hear the calculator in your head firing up.” She looks away.

Though it takes a concerted effort, I finally release her and sit up, throwing my legs over the side of her bed and just sitting there, gripping her mattress hard so I don’t reach for her again.

“If you weren’t with a boy, then where were you?”

“It’s none of your business, Uncle Gilly.” She yanks her blanket up, covering herself.

“Don’t call me that.”

“Or what, Uncle Gilly?” She glares at me.

“Carina, I’m warning you. One more time and–”

“And you’ll tell my brother, Uncle Gil–” She yelps as I grab her arm and yank her to me.

Then I press her down over my thighs and yank up her shirt so I can get a better view of her ass.

“What are you–” Her voice stops when I slap one hand over her mouth, gripping her just hard enough to stop her from struggling.

“You want to be a bad girl?” Fingers shaking, I rest my hand on her ass.

She jolts.

“You want to test me, Carina?” I rear back and smack her ass hard, my palm stinging as she screams against my palm.

She tries to get up, but I shove her back down, splaying my fingers across her back as she writhes.

“You want to toy with me?” I slap her again, hard.

She arches and pants against my palm.